That best portion of a good man’s life,
His little, nameless, unremembered acts,
Of kindness and of love.
Just came on this last night and was so struck by its description of my husband. He does many small acts of kindness, generously each day. I cannot remember an unkind act, hasty perhaps, irritated at times, but never unkind.
It is as natural to him as breathing, as is his love of small animals. Large hands cradling a kitten, a card drawn for a friend, immediate help with heavy doors. All small of themselves, but they do truly make up a good man’s life. And it has been my privilege to live with a good and modest man.
At the moment I can hear kitchen noises accompanied by soothing conversation with Thea who has discovered climbing the Venetian blinds, noisily clattering and hugely satisfactory for jumping on my head at breakfast. Little chirrups answer him.